“You’re late,” I bark as Nick shuts the door. Kenna jumps, but recovers quickly.
“I was here five minutes early,” she argues. “The guy at the door made me wait.”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re still late. Come here.”
She huffs but does as she’s told, and even behind her white mask, I can see the attitude rolling off of her. Perfect, I think smugly. Angry and defiant is way more fun than scared or nervous. She stomps over to stand in front of me, and I have to bite my cheek to keep from smiling.
“Tell me your safe word.”
Kenna raises her chin. “Red.”
I nod. “And are you here to submit, or are you going to be a brat all night?” I ask, forcing my tone to sound as bored as possible.
“That depends. Are you going to be fair?”
I beckon her closer, and she obliges. Reaching up, I tangle my fingers in her hair and bring her face down to mine, close enough that I can feel her breath on my skin. I don’t pull her hard, just enough to upset her balance. Her breasts strain the front of her dress, threatening to spill out as she catches herself on the arms of the chair.
“There is no fair, Kitten. There is my will and your submission. Or have you already forgotten how this works? Keep mouthing off. I’m more than happy to remind you what happens to naughty kittens.”
Kenna shivers as I release her hair. “I’m sorry, sir,” she breathes, holding her position.
“That’s better.” I inch the neckline of her dress down, freeing her breasts. I caress them, rolling her nipples until they’re tight little knots between my fingers. Kenna presses her thighs together and bites her lip. She stares into my eyes, stifling a piteous moan. Smirking, I pinch both nipples, pulling her toward me, hard. I press my lips to hers, swallowing her gasp and letting her whimpers roll over my tongue.
I pull back, far enough to see her face and gaze into her lust-heavy eyes. “Hitch your dress up over your hips. Clasp your hands behind your back.” I keep hold of her nipples, forcing her to stay bent over me. Kenna’s hands slide up her thighs, catching her hem and riding it all the way up over her ass. I eye her thighs and lick my lips as she intertwines her fingers at the small of her back..
It’s not a comfortable position and I won’t keep her there for long, just enough to make my point. I lift my leg between hers and tap her thighs roughly. “Spread.”
Kenna shifts, spreading her legs nearly as far as she can. If she were a more experienced sub, I’d push her harder, make it hurt. But not tonight. I’m sure I’ll push her boundaries plenty before the night is over.
“Good girl,” I praise, releasing one nipple and reaching down between her legs. “Did you do what I told you? Did you finger this pussy and think about licking my cock clean? Did you walk around wet and swollen for me all day?”
“Yes, sir.” She’s panting as I push her panties aside and slip my middle finger into her heat, and swear under my breath. She’s so slippery that it’s dripping into her panties.
Kenna gasps, eyes fluttering. I pull out and thrust two fingers back in, watching her lips move wordlessly.
“Goddamn, baby. You’re so fucking tight. It’s going to be hard work getting inside you.” I’m throbbing just thinking about it, and I’m not the only one. Within seconds, my fingers are coated in her.
“Such a good kitten,” I purr, fucking her with my fingers. “Did you make yourself come?”
Kenna shakes her head and mumbles a soft, “No, sir.”
I wet my thumb and run it alongside the hood of her clit. I circle and pet it until she’s trembling.
“And what about this? Did you touch your clit?” I ask.
Kenna’s eyes shift away guiltily, but not before I catch a hint of something smug. Oh, what a brat.
I tut at her, pulling my fingers out of her as slowly as I possibly can. Kenna whimpers but doesn’t argue with me.
“Look at me. I want your eyes on mine unless I tell you otherwise. Do you hear me?” Kenna lifts her eyes. I search her face for discomfort or hesitancy, but all I see is heat. “You disobeyed me and you were late. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you wanted me to punish you, Kitten.” I tap her clit with my fingers and heat flares in her eyes. “Is that what you want?”
She looks up at me, eyes wide and innocent, but a blush spreads over her cheeks. “No, sir.” She always was a terrible liar.
“Liar. Stand up.” I lean back in the chair, throwing my arms over the sides, looking as bored and leisurely as possible. I want to launch myself at her, hold her to the wall and kiss those puffy lips until she can’t deny me anything. But I have a plan, and I know I need to follow it.
Kenna stands and stares at me. I make her wait as I loosen my tie.
“Unzip that dress, Kitten.” She keeps her eyes on mine as her delicate fingers locate her zipper.
“Good girl. Now slide it down your arms and step out of it.” She does as she’s told, letting the material puddle at her feet before carefully stepping out of it. Kenna stands there, cool as anything in a thin, black lace bra and matching panties.
“Bra off. Drop it to the side.”